Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 229 - 130: Reaping the Profits, Secretly Feasting!

Chapter 229: Chapter 130: Reaping the Profits, Secretly Feasting!

More than twenty guards in fitted uniforms surrounded them, both sides tense, yet neither moved.

At the rear, Pang Xiangming’s eyebrows were tightly knitted.

He recalled what Ruan Shu, who was guarding the Demon-Suppressing Bell, had said. If the bell trembled like that, either there was a Great Demon on the Flying Ship, or there were more than a hundred Demon Cultivators, perhaps even more.

There were only ten in front of him.

If Ruan Shu was not mistaken... then there must be a Great Demon!

Sweat beads appeared on Pang Xiangming’s forehead. At first glance, although these ten Demon Cultivators were not weak, none seemed like a Great Demon. Yet he couldn’t be sure; perhaps it was hidden.

For the moment, he dared not act rashly. He hoped to delay until Ruan Shu arrived with the Demon-Suppressing Bell... The presence of the bell would make things much safer.

Right now, the best course of action was to trap these ten Demon Cultivators within the Array.

Stall for as much time as possible!

Pang Xiangming spoke coldly, "You Demon Cultivators, hiding in the shadows to harm others is one thing, but to dare act so brazenly! Hmph! You think adopting a fake identity and a counterfeit seal can deceive? Foolish, ridiculous! I advise you to surrender while there’s still a chance to keep your bodies intact!"

A leader, three meters tall and exuding an oppressive presence, laughed harshly, "I think you’re the truly foolish one. Changyun Passenger Transport is nothing, and neither is Great Li. To think the supposedly most luxurious Dragon Soaring Armor Type Flying Ship would let us Demon Cultivators aboard so easily."

His fierce gaze locked directly on Pang Xiangming, "I heard you’ve taken a large loan from the Heaven and Earth Bank. Oh dear, won’t it be unfortunate if because of us, you lose your job and can’t repay the loan? Tsk tsk, Heaven and Earth Bank is not to be trifled with; they might sell you to the Fallen Immortal Land."

Pang Xiangming clenched his teeth, shocked at how much these Demon Cultivators knew! Damn, how did they find out? They even mimicked my seal...

A sudden thought struck him. Could someone have informed them of his situation?

His brain worked swiftly.

Pang Xiangming started piecing together the events... First, someone targeted the original Flower Picking Play troupe, poaching the entire troupe away, and then these Demon Cultivators disguised as the troupe infiltrated... If the two were related...

He broke out in a cold sweat.

If true, it meant Demon Cultivators had likely infiltrated the previous Flying Ship already.

The Flying Ship he was steering had brought Demon Cultivators to Changsheng Continent...

The thought alone made him dizzy.

If that were the case, losing his captaincy would be the least of his worries. Given Great Li’s intolerance for Demon Cultivators, he might be thrown into the Soul-Devouring Abyssal Prison!

Soul-Devouring Abyssal Prison!

A place more cruel and terrifying than the Fallen Immortal Land, housing the most heinous prisoners of Great Li’s millennia-old dynasty and immortality enterprise.

"Fear, panic, despair..." The leader on the stage sniffed, then cruelly bared his bloodstained teeth, "Captain Pang, you’re very troubled now. Have you foreseen your future predicament?"

Oh no! He had accidentally shown fear before the Demon Cultivators!

Pang Xiangming quickly regained his composure.

Such Demon Cultivators thrive on negative emotions; the more fearful and desperate their enemy, the more they enjoy it, and their power even gains a boost from it.

The leader said viciously, "I know you’re stalling for time. Why would I let you? Because I need time too! And now, it’s enough!"

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The blood exploded as soon as it left his body, forming a mist. A gust of wind swirled up from beneath him, instantly dispersing the blood mist, enveloping the entire space within the restraining Array.

The ten Demon Cultivators on the stage bathed in the blood mist, their aura suddenly surged to another level.

Pang Xiangming’s pupils contracted. A seasoned traveler, he immediately recognized this as a blood ritual Divine Technique.

Blood ritual Divine Techniques are extremely rare and highly potent. Demon Cultivators benefiting from a blood ritual can exert power far beyond their usual limits, gaining at least a one to three realm boost, sometimes even four or five!

Ordinary Demon Cultivators absolutely could not possess a blood ritual Divine Technique.

Only those within Demon Dao forces could possibly have one!

Demon Dao forces come in only two forms: extremely small and hidden, or extremely large and powerful!

There cannot be an intermediate level.

These mid-sized Demon Dao forces, if they ever arise, are promptly annihilated by nearby righteous forces.

He wondered whether these ten Demon Cultivators were of the first or second type.

Since... since they came from Little South Continent, they should belong to the first type!

Perhaps, they were remnants of the Demon Dao who fled to Little South Continent after a crackdown!

No time left to think, for the blood ritual was complete, and the Demon Cultivators were ready to commence a massacre!

The ten Demon Cultivators, using sheer momentum, overpowered the more than twenty Flying Ship Guards. Their figures suddenly merged into the blood mist, vanishing from sight.

Then the Flying Ship Guards saw only a bloody shadow flash before their eyes, and then they were struck with immense force, sent flying.

The process was swift, leaving almost no room for reaction.

This is bad!

This blood ritual Divine Technique is too strong!

Pang Xiangming formed a seal with his hands, a surging sea-like celestial energy erupted from his body, forming ripples to consume the blood mist. Even here, in this blood mist, the Flying Ship Guards were no match for those Demon Cultivators.